only a matter of time...

for those of you who don't know, i joined a running group several weeks ago.  i am not really all that great at it.  i ran a little in high school...even won most improved.  anyone (other than my running group) could probably walk beside me as i run.  i am the runner who looks like i have a boulder attached to my foot and my face is as red as a tomato.  currently we run 7 minutes and walk 1 minute and last night completed 2.8 miles (time/mileage is added from week to week).  yep, i have improved to a 16 minute mile and feel good about it.  my 1st goal is to complete a 5k.  2nd goal is an 8k, then 10k and then a 1/2 marathon.  i don't really think i will go any further than that...only time will tell.  after the 1/2 marathon, i would like to train for one of those long distance bike rides with my husband.  some of you are saying...oh, didn't know either of you like to ride...or...hmmph, didn't realize ya'll had bikes.  and to you i say...we don't.  occasionally, I see things the two of us...meaning me...would enjoy and like to accomplish together and sometimes jj agrees.

ok, so probably something some of you don't know and those of you who do...know all too well...i am a huge klutz.  and i mean the whole package.  if something is going to happen, it will most likely happen to me.  when jj and i went to belize on our first vacation together, i bought $100 worth of first aide (included any worst case scenario for instance, snake bite medicine) and we keep a full first aide kit in the house.  i fall going upstairs; i trip over the sidewalk/branches/my own feet/nothing; i fix a plate of food and somehow when i go to sit down, the fork (which has positioned itself under food) will somersault off of my plate; i sit my drink down and midway through my meal, somehow find the spot on the floor or table that is not level (that's always fun when it's the last bit of tea); i have butter fingers; i can't handle knives because i always end up with a cut/gash (this includes washing them by hand and also now includes a veggie peeler); don't think i am leaving out the stove or the oven or anything hot for that matter; and it has now become clear the ribbon with wire is not a good option for me.  i am a mess...total package.

so it was no surprise, only a matter of time when i fell last night while running with my group.  yes, i tripped over the sidewalk and then my feet with my arms flailing about.  i'm sure someone (or many) driving down this popular road during 6 o'clock traffic got a good point and laugh at my expense. and i am ok with it.  i wanted to cry because my hands felt like they were on fire, but i didn't.  and not to mention, i am a HUGE FREAK about my knees...absolutely HATE for anyone to touch them, look at them, etc. so i was really scared to look at them in fear of what i might find...fearing someone may have to work on them. nope just swollen, knotted and bruised...the usual.  i took a minute to get my composure and allow the pain to ease, got back up and ran it out.  no shock to jj when i called him and began to tell him of my escapade.  he simply said, how bad is it? 

 a little ice over 12 hours made things a lot better

 May look like a tiny scratch but it totally hurts.  My little hands are so soft and tender.  JJ told his brother what happened and his brother asked how long I was gonna be out of work:)

 And then there's the 2nd love of my life...Skeeter...to kiss it and make it better.

for those of you thinking i am the lone ranger here, oh no.  jj has had his fair share.  throughout his life, he has been stung by like a thousand bees...at once, hit by a car twice, and is a total klutz with drinks and glassware.  hey and not to mention our medical scares...aren't we the pair?